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Monday, April 9, 2012

Go-carts and Dip n' Dots

A few weeks ago I decided that we were going to to race go-karts for date night. Michele had never driven one before, so she didn’t quite know what to expect. First, we took the bus up to Lehi, because that’s how we ride, literally.

Matt waiting at our bus stop

We ate a quick dinner at Rubio’s in American Fork, and headed off to Trafalga.

On our quest of finding food we found this sign at Chili's
"10 minute parking, All others will be crushed and melted"

When we walked in, there they were, little cars whizzing around a small concrete track track. Michele looked at me kind of dubiously, but we got our tickets and went to stand in line. And we stood there forever. Apparently all of the twelve-year-olds with the free “Pass of all passes” had realized that they could just swing under the fence and cut about half the line. I wanted to strangle them, but Michele didn’t mind and just laughed. Eventually, we made our way to the front and it was our turn. Michele apparently had a larger chest than most of the thirteen-year-olds there, so it was really funny to watch as the awkward high school attendant tried to loosen her buckle touching her.

Evil Grin

Anyways, we were reluctantly crouched at the starting line, engines pumping and thumping in time. The green light flashed, the flags went up, and as Michele accelerated, she suddenly got this evil smile on her face and started driving like a madwoman! She was drifting around the turns and careening off the curbs; I think she would have gotten a life sentence for reckless driving if she were on the roads. A definite success.

Matt was a much nicer driver than me. He even tried to let the other people pass him!

Later on, Michele had Dippin’ Dots for the first time. The most novel part of the experience for Michele was that they stuck to her lips! Who knew, right? Michele had me kiss them off, and we scarred a few young children for life.

A few seconds after Michele tried her first dip n' dots

A few arcade basketball games later (we were awful), we had enough tickets to get matching tattoos, Chinese handcuffs, and a little whirly plastic thing. And that was our date! We recommend it, unless you don’t like being around a lot of middle-schoolers.